Oh Growth, How Might I See Thy Value Here

Oh Growth, how might I see thy value here?

Thou art beautifully broken, clock bound.

In blades of grass to flowering appear,

Thy loud effect, it does not make a sound.

Love, as the palpitations of the heart,

The louder of the life lines, keeps us close;

Forgiveness, its bond-mending forces art

Beyond the reach of the clock-master’s dose.

But Growth, how might I see thy clear-cut worth?

Then, flash of white in the thought keeper's space,

Love is strengthened by your time on the earth;

Strengthened are the forgivers grown in pace.

Growth, the strength of love and forgiving be

And is the key to how I become me.